Curt Simmons Poems

Scented stains of regret lay dormant upon the throne of where dreams are made,
The sight of my eyes pierce through the idealistic lining of your world,
It moves on through to your physical shell into the vacant hole where your soul was,
I will not search for your soul anymore,
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Listen to me sing a song of disease,
My heart aches and beats thoughts of grief like it has a mind of its own,
Where it stores memories,
Memories that take me back to a time,
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There once was a boy who lived in a world full of wonderment and curiosity,
A world where nothing can harm you,
not even the sands of time could alter this diluted perception of perfection,
With this magical essence projected into thoughts of gods that lovedc and spirits,
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